I'm tellin' you onceAnd I ain't kiddin' 'roundYou got two weeks to get outta town.Gonna give you two weeks'till I break out the plowAnd set the scarecrow freeFrom his stake in the ground.So long!Roll on.The plow is greasedAnd it's ready to crease -Better get outta town.Tell me, daddy,Are you happy now?Got yer back to the wall,One kick sends you down.That old black magicHas spun silk in my head.It's much too late to turn back what's been done and said.No kind of cashDeflects the lash.If you chose to play -There's hell to pay.Are you happy now?The alarm's been setFor the monkey and pet.You got two weeks 'till -I know that a man'sGotta make his ends meet,But you soiled your sheets.